The Cons Lament

There but for life's hard knocks go I:

In hateful ignorance sure of my righteousness

living in my sty

 

I'd still be:

Armed with ignorance, warring on all

who might prevent my inevitable fall!

I'd be standing behind my wall!

Of Armed Ignorance and fear.

confidently ignorant

 

If it were not for merciful lessons

I'd be confident my earthworks don't stink

And that I would profit

From what others drink

I'd still be brewing a putrid brew

And share it for others to drink too.

Oblivious that there but for fortunes arrows;

Go I too.

 

Christopher Hartly Holte, 7/7/2015